From Weekends of Sound: A 764-Hero Mixtape
by Joshua Young
When the fountain quit, you smoked too much
& claimed I-5 was a small pin-hole just outside
the window on the drive home.
I wanted to get you naked, but you wanted to climb
onto roofs & watch Seattle flicker, you wanted
to count the places boys could hide bodies, you
wanted to tell me about skeletons
& all the drugs you hadn’t done yet.
The bridge looked closer from the water.
I could smell cedar & Windex, but you kept saying,
I smell popcorn. By the stack of tires,
moths blanketed a body, & you helped me dig.
We saw no coyotes,
just dead wasps & bicycle handles.
History made this happen.
It was not a hoax for treasure hunters.
We slouched in the room, reptilic,
the guilt helping us find a map—